If Workplace Romance Is A Bad Idea, This Is The Best Bad Idea Ever

“Pritchard, move the chair,” Jayne’s low voice has a quiet command to it, and following her pointing gesture you see what she means and move to a spare chair next to the door in the small meeting room. You don’t exactly block it, but you do shift the chair over a few inches so if someone opens the door it will knock into the chair. They would have to push on it hard to get through, or more likely they would just stop and knock instead.

Karissa gives a small, nervous giggle at the head of the desk, but she turns up the volume on her laptop with its dull YouTube video, then looks between you and Jayne, hopeful and excited.

You aren’t sure what Karissa is thinking, but you know Jayne well enough to recognize that look. Her eyes narrow at you like you owe her something, her expression both needy and flinty as she takes off her glasses, drops them to the table, and stands.

She is on the other side of the table but she takes a sideways step around the sitting Karissa toward you, and you reach out and pull her close, your lips finding hers.

Her tongue tries to work into your mouth but your tongue wrestles her, your mouths open as you both grab at each other. Your right hand is around her waist but without even thinking of it you are holding out your other hand toward your other girlfriend, and so is Jayne because you feel Karissa’s hand, shaking, in yours as you both pull her out of her chair so she is standing beside you.

With an effort, you and Jayne stop kissing, and you both turn to look at Karissa. Her face is blushed quite pink, her eyes wide, her mouth open. You take your hand and gently run your fingers down her cheek as you say, “I am so damn lucky. I won’t argue that I don’t deserve it, but I still can’t believe it!”

“Ohh, Zach, you do deserve it. You both do. We do!” Karissa has a tear in her eye as she talks, and Jayne leans forward and they kiss, Jayne a couple of inches taller than Karissa as they press their lips against each other, once, and then again.

A few seconds later, Karissa gives a small moan and turns to you, her eyes still closed from kissing her girlfriend, and she lifts her head to you and you kiss her too. Her lips are soft, her kiss less fiery and urgent than Jayne’s but no less passionate. There is a dreamy, slow quality to her kiss, and you taste a fruity lip gloss.

The three of you are standing close, hugging each other, and then Jayne’s left arm falls from your shoulder. You are turned to your left, kissing Karissa, but you don’t wonder at the mystery for long as she wedges her arm between you, then her hand is pressed hard against your groin. She moves carefully, but then she feels your hardening cock in your sensible work pants and she carefully grabs your length, cradling you in her palm.

You groan, breaking your kiss with Karissa even as she gives a little squeak as well. You look down and see Jayne’s other hand casually groping the other woman’s large breast through her green top. Karissa starts to moan, loudly, before she gasps and closes her mouth.

Jayne smirks, looking at her while her other hand strokes you. That hardly seems fair, so your right hand gives her toned ass a quiet slap as you grab her wonderfully fit ass. Now Jayne has to fight back an involuntary exclamation, looking at you with a daring grin.

“Well Zach, what do you think you’re doing there?” she asks.

Running your hand up and down the small of her back, you say, “That depends, how quiet can you be?”

A short breath as your fingers dig into her ass, and she shivers, “As quiet as I need to be.”

“Oh my god,” Karissa mumbles, and you kiss her on the lips. She takes a step back, and you can see she is still uncertain.

That’s more than fair, you give her a reassuring smile and say, “Do you want to watch again Karissa? No rush, no pressure.” She bites her lip and you can see she wants more, but she nods instead.

Jayne, with the sort of decisiveness you remember after her sisters caught you licking her pussy, is already undoing your belt. “How long do we have Karissa?” Jayne asks casually, as if she wasn’t tugging your zipper down in the meeting room in the middle of the day

“I… uh… booked for 30 minutes, so like 15 left?” Karissa gulps, then she steps back and half sits on a chair, staring at you two while she rubs her legs together.

“That’s enough for me,” Jayne whispers, “I’m going to cream my panties.”

Effective multitasking is a big part of any IT position, so you’ve been unbuttoning Jayne’s purple silk blouse, exposing a black bra. “Hallsy, I’m going to explode in no time,” you pitch your voice lower as you tug her blouse out of her pants even as she starts to pull your pants down over your hips, “so if I’m going to cum I may as well do it in your wet pussy.”

Her eyelids are heavy as she laughs, “Glad we’re on the same page here, Pritchard.”

From a few feet away you hear Karissa whisper, “I love it when you call her Hallsy so much, that’s when I knew you two were perfect for each other. It's when I fell for you both too,” The young blonde has one hand under her skirt, moving, while she rubs and squeezes her tit with the other.

With a final tug, Jayne pulls your cock out. Without missing a beat, she kneels down and kisses the head, licking up some pre-cum from your tip and almost making your yelp. “Karissa, don’t let Zach know but I love it when he calls me Hallsy too,” she chuckles, then her mouth is swallowing you up.

Karissa lets out a long, quiet hiss as she watches Jayne take your cock all the way in, then she bobs her head a few times, her tongue sliding around your cockhead as you hold your breath to avoid making too much noise.

But Jayne only spends a couple of minutes with your dick in her mouth before she stops, “Oh damn. Tempting but no, we’re on the clock here!”

With a devilish smile she stands, her silk blouse flapping open to show her muscled abs and small, pert tits. Even before she finishes standing, you’re pawing at her slacks, but she beats you to the punch and undoes the clasp and pulls down the tiny zipper. You help her pull her tight, thin grey pants down, pausing to kiss her bellybutton and make her giggle.

Karissa mutters something under her breath, her hand in her skirt moving faster as she stares at Jayne with her pants around her knees, her black thong a thin line of fancy lace fabric riding up her ass cheeks. Jayne lets out a whimper of lust as you pull her panties down, showing off her soaking wet pussy with the tiny landing strip of pubic hair. Hurrying, but trying to stay quiet, you help her pull one leg out of her pants and panties, then the other.

She’s now bottomless in the meeting room, her wet pussy dripping in plain view, her shirt open. Your pants are half pulled down and you pull your shirt up enough to get it out of the way. On the chair, Karissa has her legs spread and you can see a cute pair of pink panties, with a hand underneath them rubbing frantically.

God, if anyone walked in now!

You’re not exactly sure how this is going to work, but you damn well are sure you will make it work. Jayne looks at the oblong table, with Karissa’s laptop on it, and she simply moves it over enough to hop up on the wood. With a half shrug she lays back, awkwardly on the meeting room table so her butt ends at the edge.

Like a gentleman, you step up and use your left arm to hold her right leg up so she’s more comfortable. She wriggles around, as if testing the sturdiness of the table, then nods at you.

With you holding her one leg up, she spreads the other wide and hisses something under her breath and it sounds like “Hurry up!” so you press your cock against her. Karissa moans as you thrust inside, Jayne closing her eyes and smiling as her white-hot insides wrap around you.

As you thrust, you realize the heavy office table is indeed not going anywhere so you can push harder, Jayne’s tight pussy clenching you as the wet, slapping sound grows. Jayne mumbles to keep going, her head tossing back and forth. With your free hand you pull one of the cups of her bra down, then pinch her rock-hard nipple in your fingers as she places a knuckle in her mouth to bite down on a cry.

There is no thought but speed, so you hammer away as quickly as you can, turning to look at Karissa as she masturbates. Seeing you, she flips up the front of her skirt so you can watch her better, then pulls her panties to the side so you can see her shaved pussy as she rubs her slit.

“Can’t wait long,” you grunt and Jayne just nods, not trusting herself to speak. You can feel her sex gripping you tight even as your scrotum starts to contract, then you blank out as your whole body spasms. You shoot what feels like endless strings of cum deep inside Jayne, pressing your hips down as hard as you can and squirming, your cock twitching and expanding as you explode.

You’re still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm, buried deep, when Jayne whimpers and reaches between you. She bucks her hips a few times as her fingers find her clit, and after 10 seconds of frenzied rubbing she gives one final shudder, a short moan escaping her mouth as she cums hard, her pussy clenching repeatedly around you.

Pulling out, you realize you’re panting and sweating. A long string of fluid joins your cock to Jayne’s twitching hole, and she goes limp.

But only for a moment, even as you take a step back Jayne is moving, and you help her off the table, her legs trembling as she holds her hand over her sex to avoid dripping. You are about to whisper something when a choked sigh catches your attention. You both look to see Karissa, still in her chair, her eyes closed and hand moving.

The two of you move over, half dressed and dripping all over the ugly 80’s style carpet of the meeting room. Karissa looks at you, the need in her eyes plain. Without words, she nods and Jayne leans over her, kissing her deep. You gently brush your hand on her naked thigh, but her hand pulls yours and so you press a finger into her slit.

Karissa moans, loudly, the noise only mostly covered by Jayne’s mouth on hers. Your insert another finger, then move them in and out. Karissa is shaking like a leaf, her own hand rubbing the top of her sex while you finger her and Jayne kisses her deep, resting a hand on her tits.

It only takes a minute and then Karissa twitches, her hand gripping yours and pulling on it so your fingers go just a tiny bit deeper. Her body flutters and then she relaxes, and you slowly withdraw your hand as Jayne ends the kiss.

“Ohmygod.”

Karissa whispers it almost like a prayer, and for a few moments the three of you just enjoy the moment.

Reality kicks in, and you suddenly remember you are in fact at work, having sex with two coworkers in a room with a door that does not lock.

Jayne grabs her small purse, pulling out a few tissues. She wipes her sex with a slightly embarrassed look at you, then uses the same tissue to wipe at the desk. You pull up your pants, awkwardly pushing your still half-hard cock in your boxers. It’s unpleasantly moist, but you sure as hell aren’t going to complain!

Karissa straightens her clothes and brushes at her hair, which had gotten a bit messy at some point. You grab Jayne’s panties from the floor and she stands beside you, holding onto you shoulder with one hand as you help her step into them in the confined space. You both fight giggles as you help her into her pants, but she smirks as you stand and she buttons up her shirt.

Karissa is standing too, a look of delirious happiness on her face as she grins. Her skirt and top are again decent, and she uses a finger to touch at her smeared lipstick. There is a bottle of hand sanitizer on the table, so you casually use it to clean your hands while Karissa blushes. You wink at her and she blushes cutely some more.

With the table clean, or as clean as Jayne can get it with some Kleenex, she tosses the tissue back in her purse rather than throwing it out in the trash can. That strikes you as being rather conscientious to the cleaning staff, and you have to laugh when she pulls out a tiny metal tube from the purse.

She takes the cap off and sprays a shot of some kind of room deodorizer while Karissa nods approvingly. Always nice to have a girlfriend who’s prepared for anything!

No one has spoken, but now you are all smiling, shocked and dazed almost. You are about to say something, god only knows what, when you hear someone in the hallway.

A polite knock on the door has you all freeze, just for a second. Jayne looks around, making sure everything is in the right place. Karissa is about to unplug her laptop from the projector cable but you shake your head. Everyone is decent, the room is cleaned… more or less.

You pull the chair out of the way and then open the door. “We’re just finishing up,” you say politely.

Erica Gray is standing there with a couple of nursing students you don’t recognize, and she replies, “No worries, we just have the room at 11:30 and I want to get this done before lunch.”

Jayne is standing next to Karissa and says, “So, does that answer all your questions?”

For a moment you think Karissa is going to start laughing, but she gives a small cough then nods, “Yes Jayne, thanks a bunch. Thanks to you and Zach, actually, that was, uh, exactly what I needed.”

“Anytime Karissa, anytime at all,” Jayne gives you a split second’s look while she says it, and damn now you are the one almost losing composure. Curse them both.

Erica takes a step into the room, her eyes on the projector screen as Karissa pauses the video. Any slight flicker of interest the woman might have had in your meeting is thoroughly extinguished by the title “SQL Server Management Studio Essentials - Database Structure” and the dry narration of the guy presenting the video.

You step into the hallway to make space while Jayne and Karissa get their things and walk out behind you. The young nurses file into the room after Erica, but no one seems to think anything is amiss.

The three of you stand there, as if unsure what to do now. Finally, you can’t help but laugh as you say, “Well it’s almost lunch, do either of you want to go grab some pizza at noon?”